No one could have called her an idle woman, but she was eminently a selfish one.  She followed her own bent, quite regardless of the desires and inclinations of anyone else.  She was the hub of her world from her own point of view, and she was wholly incapable of recognizing any other.  Most people realized this and, as is the way of humanity, took her at her own valuation, making allowances for her undoubted egotism.  For she was comely and had a taking manner, never troubling herself unless her own personal convenience were threatened.  She laughed a good deal, though her sense of humour was none of the finest, and she was far too practical to possess any imagination.  In short, as she herself expressed it, she was sensible; and, being so, she had small sympathy with her sister-in-law’s foolish sentimentalities, which she considered wholly out of place in the everyday life at the farm.

Not that Dot ever dreamed of confiding in her.  She sheltered herself invariably behind a reserve so delicate as to be almost imperceptible to the elder woman’s blunter susceptibilities.  But she could not always hide the fineness of her inner feelings, and there were times when the two clashed in consequence.  The occasions were rare, but Adela had come to know by experience that when they occurred, opposition on her part was of no avail.  Dot was bound to have her way when her soul was stirred to battle for it, as on the day when she had refused to let Robin, the dog, be chained up when not on duty with the sheep.  Adela had objected to his presence in the house, and Dot had firmly insisted upon it on the score that Robin had always been an inmate as the companion and protector of her lonely hours.

Adela had disputed the point with some energy, but she had been vanquished, and now, when Dot asserted herself, she seldom met with opposition from her sister-in-law.  It was practically impossible that they should ever be fond of one another.  They had nothing in common.  Yet it was very seldom that Jack saw any signs of strain between them.  They dwelt together without antagonism and without intimacy.

Nevertheless, Dot’s announcement of her desire to go out into the world and hew a way for herself came as no surprise to him.  He knew that she was restless and far from happy, knew that his marriage had unsettled her, albeit in a fashion he had not fathomed till their talk together.  His young sister was very dear to him.  She had been thrown upon his care years before when the death of their parents had left her dependent upon him.  It had always been his wish to have her with him.  His love for her was of a deep, almost maternal nature, and he hated the thought of parting with her.  He had hoped that the companionship of Adela would have been a joy to her, and he was intensely disappointed that it had proved otherwise.  His anxiety for her welfare had always been uppermost with him, and it hurt him somewhat when Adela laughed at his hopes and fears regarding the girl.  It was the only point upon which his wife and he lacked sympathy.